Sorry Everyone, but it's time for a feels trip

And this is the earliest picture I have of Roo. He was a big fan of pine cones when he was a young pupper

He hated baths, but you better believe he LOVED the blowout and brushing he got after, here his is after his first bath I gave him after taking him home with me

He was 12 when I took him in, but I had known him since he was 1, he was originally my sisters. My sister adored this sweet, loving boy. She couldn't take care of him for personal reasons. When I took him, he was a neurotic mess. He was thin and frail, weak and visibly broken (mentally speaking) The fur from his tail and behind was completely gone. I took him against my fiancee's wishes because I honestly didn't believe he would live another 6 months. I wanted to give him peace before he left the world.

Before I knew it, he began to thrive with just casual walks and good food. His love for pizza is something I will never forget, I made sure he got a share when I got pizza, and I once took him for a walk just to get him his own slice, pictured here.

He loved his blankets because of all the hair he lost before I took him in, he was stoked when he got a dog bed of his very own

In the summer, I would thin his hair with shears and an electric shaver just to help keep him cool. He was used to the electric shaver because he had been getting summer shaves since my sister adopted him years ago.

In the winter he got his "Grandpa poncho" as the neighbors put it. He loved the neighbors, and my neighbors absolutely adored Roo. They watched as he healed and became a normal dog again. They would always tell me about the complete 180 he did after I took him. I'll always take pride in being able to do that for Roo,

But his all time favorite thing to do was go to Grandpas. My grandfather has 10 acres of woods, a trail leading through the woods to a giant open field with pine trees. When Roo was younger, we would take him to that open field and play hide and seek and catch and Roo was a big sniffer. He loved to explore smells and get lost in the scent he was tracking. Here he is after a good trip to Grandpas.

Roo lived to be 14 years old, which was almost 2 years more than I had expected. It's amazing what animals can do if they're given love and care, and I'm so happy to say that this boy got to go happily.